Sunday, August 28, 2011
Wednesday, August 24, 2011
Drabble: Unexpected undercurrents
Advait was unsurprised to find Rohini flinging pebbles into the pond. 'She lives a charmed life,’ she was saying, ‘nothing ever touches her.' But he almost gasped when he heard Dhruv: ‘she makes me happy.’
‘The novelty will wear off. That cheerful exterior holds nothing inside; you deserve better.’
'She's your best friend!'
There was a gentle, pained intimacy in her voice: ‘Ashi has a generous heart, Dhruv, but she will not understand you when you most need her to.’
Since when had Rohini been on such terms with Dhruv? Clearly, Advait was eavesdropping on a private conversation; he left.
‘The novelty will wear off. That cheerful exterior holds nothing inside; you deserve better.’
'She's your best friend!'
There was a gentle, pained intimacy in her voice: ‘Ashi has a generous heart, Dhruv, but she will not understand you when you most need her to.’
Since when had Rohini been on such terms with Dhruv? Clearly, Advait was eavesdropping on a private conversation; he left.
Saturday, August 20, 2011
Drabble: Once upon a time
The living room was alive, when he was in it. When he was angry, the room was angry. When he was bitter, the room was bitter. And when he was happy, the room was happy.
When he was happy, the room meant something sublime to her: home.
When he was happy, the room meant something sublime to her: home.
(47 words)
Monday, August 15, 2011
Drabble: An afternoon flows by, this way
Rohini stood by the pond, absently throwing pebbles into the water. She smiled brightly when she noticed him, "I'm trying to get back at the water sprite. Join me?" He took the offered gravel. "Pray, what has the little sprite done to offend you so?" She flicked another pebble at the pond -- it bounced twice before it disappeared -- and shrugged: "Nothing. I was bored”
He laughed, and flung his pebble as far as he could, triggering an unspoken competition of who’d throw the stone farthest. Somewhere between the banter, she said, “Advait? I’m glad you’re here.”
He laughed, and flung his pebble as far as he could, triggering an unspoken competition of who’d throw the stone farthest. Somewhere between the banter, she said, “Advait? I’m glad you’re here.”
Saturday, August 13, 2011
Drabble: She was in high spirits, that night.
"My goodness, girl! what on Earth are you up to?" "I wanted a story," Kira grinned, and went back to drawing cheerfully sinister figures that, in the flickering light of the candle, seemed to dance around a set of alphabets. Ashi was incredulous, "And you decided to go looking for it among the spirits?"
As Kira wrote ‘OUIJA’ in ornate letters at the top of the cardboard, she thought that if those demons were to keep her from sleeping, they might as well make themselves useful. Aloud, she asked lightly, “Why not? I’m sure they have interesting tales to tell.”
As Kira wrote ‘OUIJA’ in ornate letters at the top of the cardboard, she thought that if those demons were to keep her from sleeping, they might as well make themselves useful. Aloud, she asked lightly, “Why not? I’m sure they have interesting tales to tell.”
Thursday, August 11, 2011
In verse: To ma
Written in April 2011
to get so drenched. Only, I was outside
when the raindrops came calling on our hibiscus.
It was all stiff and formal at first,
but then, they began to play this light, bouncy tune,
and the stems an' leaves danced so spiritedly,
I just had to join in the merriment.
To ma (or why I got wet this evening)Do not look at me so, mother, I truly hadn't intended
to get so drenched. Only, I was outside
when the raindrops came calling on our hibiscus.
It was all stiff and formal at first,
but then, they began to play this light, bouncy tune,
and the stems an' leaves danced so spiritedly,
I just had to join in the merriment.
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